Aisie Hall emerged from the darkness and slowly walked to Chu Liyue's side, his gaze sinister and his eyes swirling with dark emotions.
So close, so very close.
If it weren't for the clone that could carry her extraordinary abilities and communicate with her spiritually, she would probably have truly fallen into Chu Liyue's hands today.
For the first time, she felt a sense of lingering fear.
She had always believed that only Xiao Wujie had the ability to threaten her life.
She ultimately underestimated the abilities of the Chosen One.
A faint, eerie light flickered in her purple eyes as she gazed at Chu Liyue, who lay unconscious on the ground. Her gaze grew increasingly sinister and unpredictable.
In the distance, Chu Nanfeng and Yun Mo and the others were doing their best to break through the assassins' obstruction.
"Liyue!"
"Master's wife!"
The air seemed to stand still, leaving only heart-wrenching screams and Aisie Hall's emotionally charged gaze.
A sudden flash of ferocity crossed her eyes. She raised her hand, and a streak of purple light shot out from her fingertips, hurtling towards the unconscious Chu Liyue.
Amidst the piercing gazes of Chu Nanfeng and his companions in the distance, a sharp clang of a blade suddenly echoed from the darkness.
A tall figure rushed over, slashing down with a long sword, instantly cutting Chu Liyue in half when the purple light was only inches away from her.
Aisie Hall suddenly looked up, her gaze turning cold: "Shen Yuan, do you know what you're doing?"
Chu Yichen's face was somewhat pale. His expression was cold and stern as he met Aisie Hall's gaze and said in a cold voice:
"This wasn't part of your original plan, was it?"
Aissi Holson suddenly said, "I've changed my mind."
Chu Yichen tightened his grip on the knife hilt, his face tense as he spoke:
"You didn't dare touch her when her fate was weak back then, have you thought carefully about the consequences of killing her now?"
Aisie Hall's gaze flickered slightly. Chu Yichen gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his aura concealed, and continued in a deep voice:
"You were just caught off guard and she tricked you, but your plans haven't been disrupted. Why bother with all that?"
Chu Liyue posed a life-threatening threat to Aisie Hall, making her wary.
A cold smile crept across Aisie Hall's alluring face: "Her move almost cost me..."
Before she could finish speaking, Aisie Hall suddenly looked up as a dazzling silver light, accompanied by swirling snow, hurtled towards her.
As soon as Aisie Hall raised his hand, purple light bloomed around him like a demonic flower, and at the same time, he retreated rapidly.
As the snowstorm subsided, a tall, slender figure appeared.
Xiao Wujie was battered by the wind and snow, his face deathly pale. His gaze did not linger on anyone else for a moment, but when it fell on Chu Liyue lying on the ground, his pupils suddenly contracted.
He was usually calm, but now a look of panic suddenly appeared on his face. Ignoring the cold, white snow covering the ground, he knelt down on one knee and helped up the unconscious Chu Liyue.
Her eyes were closed, her pretty face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
"elder sister!"
Xiao Wujie's hoarse voice was filled with panic as he hurriedly reached out with trembling fingers to touch Chu Liyue's nose.
His breathing was faint, almost imperceptible.
He hurriedly reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, then opened his coat and wrapped her in his arms.
The moment he lifted Chu Liyue up in his arms, a terrifying, icy aura swept outwards like a tidal wave.
The man in black, who was locked in a fierce battle with Yunmo and the others, suddenly froze, his entire body turning cold.
An invisible aura spread across the field, like a noble lion entering a flock of sheep, instantly silencing all the clamor with absolute submission.
Xiao Wujie stood in the vast snowstorm, holding Chu Liyue in his arms. His body looked frail, but his gaze was so cold and sharp that no one dared to look him in the eye.
He glanced sideways, his gaze fixed on Aisie Hall, a chilling light flashing in the corner of his eye. His voice, which seemed capable of freezing people, sent a shiver down everyone's spine.
"Wait for me to take your head."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the vast snowstorm.
Upon seeing this, Chu Nanfeng, Yun Mo, and the others gritted their teeth and followed, their departing figures quickly obscured by the heavy snow.
On the field, no one dared to stop it.
Chu Yichen's face was pale, his eyes were expressionless as he watched the departing figures of the crowd, and his hand, which was tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, slowly loosened involuntarily.
The next second, his chest suddenly caved in, a muffled groan escaped his lips, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered back several steps before finally managing to steady himself by gripping the hilt of his sword.
Aisie Hall glanced coldly at him, her voice chilling:
There will be no next time.
Chu Yichen placed his hand on his chest, his gaze slightly dim, and remained silent.
This is the price he paid for thwarting Aisie Hall.
With a cold gaze, Aisie Hall turned and slowly walked toward the special clone lying on the ground.
Purple light swirled around his ten fingers, forming a linear pattern that coiled around the fallen clone.
She was like a witch manipulating puppets, exuding an evil aura. With a flick of her fingers, the clones on the ground slowly floated up and landed steadily on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, her tightly closed eyes snapped open, revealing a glint of light and that familiar, sinister glint.
She chuckled softly, slowly opening her palm to reveal a strand of black hair.
Those are... Chu Liyue's hair.
*
In the hospital, a group of doctors are gathered around a hospital bed.
Among them was Ye Jinyu, whom Lu Zhufeng urgently contacted when Xiao Wujie fell ill and was at a loss, and rushed all the way from the west of the city to the east.
Unexpectedly, upon landing, he was not faced with Xiao Wujie, but with Chu Liyue, whose current state was strange and who made it impossible for him to make a move.
The doctors surrounded Chu Liyue with a mixture of tension and disbelief.
What made them nervous was that they knew Chu Liyue was in extremely dangerous condition.
However, to their dismay, Chu Liyue's condition was completely beyond their comprehension; she was severely injured, yet there wasn't a single wound on her body.
They took X-rays of her, and it showed that multiple organs had been damaged to varying degrees. It seemed that something was constantly eroding her body, something whose nature could not be detected or determined by instruments.
Unable to understand the cause and effect, they naturally dared not treat the patient rashly.
Chu Liyue's status was too noble and illustrious, so they dared not be negligent. Just as the doctors were sweating profusely and at a loss, a clear and indifferent voice fell into their ears.
"You all, get out."
Ye Jinyu turned around and saw the tall and slender Xiao Wujie walk indifferently into the ward.
Because of his previous illness, he looked unwell, his face was frighteningly pale, and his voice was low and hoarse.
"Leave it to me," Xiao Wujie said coldly.
Ye Jinyu hesitated for a moment, then waved to signal the other doctors to leave with him.
He knew Xiao Wujie was reliable, and he believed that if he entrusted the matter to him, he would have a solution.
As Ye Jinyu and the group of doctors left, the room fell silent, leaving only Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue.
Xiao Wujie slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, gazing at Chu Liyue on the sickbed.
Her eyes were closed, her beautiful face serene, and her black hair spread out like a scroll, as if she were asleep.
Although her face was pale, she still possessed a breathtaking beauty that captivated everyone.
Xiao Wujie just stared at her quietly, and as he looked at her, his eyes suddenly reddened.
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